The bird of dreamscomes to me on silent wingsflying on the windas he sings and coos to meshadowing me with his gracebringing soft smiles to my faceI feel myself relax as the warmthof the sun touches my skinwatching as he takes his baththe startled look as he hears me laughslowly he comes closerand takes the food from my hand...

Isn't nature beautiful?..:-)))

------------------You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.